Feels so different being hereI'm so used to being next to youLife for me is not the sameTheres no-one to turn toDon't know why I let it go too farStarting over it's so hardSeems like everywhere I try to goI keep thinking of youI just had a wakeup callWishin' that I never let you fallBaby your not to blame at allWhen I'm the one that pushed you awayBaby if you knew I careYou never would have went nowhereGirl I should have been right there

I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time;a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year,when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely,and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave,and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.

I believethat we are who we choose to be. Nobody's going to come and save you,you've got to save yourself. Nobody's going to give you anything. You'vegot to go out and fight for it. Nobody knows what you want except foryou. And nobody will be as sorry as you if you don't get it. So don't...give up on your dreams.